Remark:
Build ark
Rain, hark
Embark!
Aardvarks?
No sharks!
Big spark
One lark
It’s dark
Landmark!
Let’s park
Debark
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for the A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written 10/13/22
We boarded the soulful train at birth.
We grasp our family will be our vassal.
Both of our parents will starve to death.
No one escorted us toward the gravel.
Our parents will debark from the train later.
Hence we're left alone along this journey.
Sprung people will be joining our tabor.
Family and companions are at life's worry.
Plenty will jump ship, leaving an endless void.
Others vanish so quietly we can't notice.
It'll be a train ride of farewell and fear alloyed
We must maintain a strong host alliance.
We are uncertain of our exit in this mystery.
But should adore, excuse, and utter our aware all.
It's crucial, yet we should abandon our seats empty.
We must improve comely memories for future recall.
They meet, eat and drink; they dance and make merry.
Smiles running from face to face, laughter airy.
They share a party of the soul and spirit;
resilience and relevance give merit.
Rushing to and fro; no special place to go,
their gentle breath competes with each gusty blow.
Each smile a gift of its own, caught to cherish,
lasts throughout the year – none will ever perish.
They flitter and fly – faeries rule the wild winds –
surfing and searching for the place it begins.
And when they debark in a different place
The enchantment restarts in elegant grace.
Art is a form of the universe
Miss guided bends over seeking lost maps
Only to pick up stabbed hearts
Praising soldiers of the sword
Mocking nurses, how absurd?
A tear for those so brutally hurt
They bark and bark, stop barking!!
Truth will always climb the mountain
One plus one plus one plus one
My math adds up to this
I am Art
Minus those who chose only to bark
I am Bansky I am Art
Note: Always subtract the negative
If a dog is stopped from pooping, is he DEtured?
Has your hair all of a sudden been DEparted?
Donald Duck's pay cheque was once DEducted
To get a seat at a concert, do you ever use DEceit?
Have you ever seen a tree DEbark?
If you spit out an apple pie, do you DEssert?
Do your trousers ever get DEpressed?
Do skirts sometimes get DEpleted?
If a cop tears up your ticket, does he actually DEfine
Can locomotive engineer's mind get DErailed?
Do first nation peoples live by DEcree?
When a painter farts, do they imitate DEgas?
If you try and fail, do you DEcant?
The lowest card in a deck is a two, I DEduce
If a dog gives you a tiny bite, is that called a DEbit?
The detail lowered the colors:
That weathered flag with stripes and stars,
That had crossed so many borders
In declared and undeclared wars.
Young soldiers debark for glories.
The detail lowered the colors.
Old survivors tell their stories
Of comrades who died in valor.
We refused to doubt their honors,
Though causes have been disputed.
The detail lowered the colors,
While veterans were saluted.
To the widows, kind words were said.
The rifle squads rendered honors,
Then respectfully Taps were played.
The detail lowered the colors.
20140625. Note--'colors' means not only shades and tints of frequencies of light, but also refers to to a national flag in a military formation.
If a dog is stopped from pooping, is he DEterred?
Has your hair all of a sudden DEparted?
Donald Duck's pay cheque was once DEducted
To get a seat at a concert, do you ever use DEceit?
Have you ever seen a tree DEbark?
If you spit out a breath mint, do you DEsert?
Do your trousers ever get DEpressed?
Do skirts sometimes get DEpleted?
If a cop tears up one of two tickets, does he have to DEfine
Can locomotive engineer's mind get DErailed?
Do first nation peoples live by DEcree?
When a painter farts, do they imitate DEgas?
If you try and fail, do you DEcant?
The lowest card in a deck is a two, I DEduce
If a dog gives you a tiny bite, is that called a DEbit?
© Jack Ellison 2013
Set adrift on hapless tides
Away from distant shore
Aloft in time and lost in rhyme
There's nothing less than more
The winds that blow and fill my sails
Are but a memory
They whisper words as they propel
My ship across the sea
I ride the waves, both up and down
I chart the moon and stars
I write my rhymes in maritime
Of journeys near and far
A castaway on rays of sun
I sail the lighted stream
Shores of gold and topaz skies
This thought is but a dream
With that in mind I soar and climb
Beyond celestial bonds
I pitch my tent on banks of prose
And fish the verbal ponds
I seek to find the gentle words
That put my mind at ease
I navigate and contemplate
Upon cerebral seas
My poems are like islands
They're a stop along the way
Tomorrow I can look back on
The things I thought today
I'll soon reach port and then debark
With feet on solid ground
And share with everyone I know
These thoughts I found profound
Rockman
(Rhyme scheme : abba abba cde cde)
I met a pessimist walker in Optimist Park,
She walked with a walker and a co-walker
Crippled, stressed, depressed, a fatuous talker.
Swaying on either side, not in her mark.
Troubled by winged insects blood sucker in the park
“mosi-ki-toss” many “mosi-ki-toss as if in utter danger
Shouted she in her Serbian accented mumur,
Waving palm to drive away foes & woes to debark.
Immigrants of different nations & cultures,
Come in search of shades of optimism,
Culminating in the Old Testament adage,
"HE hath made all things good in their times"
Indulging in the mirage of meliorism,
Things are bad but can be of better advantage.
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The sonnet was posted on PS ON 6-16-2005, the day I joined PS
I wrote this sonnet visiting Optimist Park in Windsor-Ont-Canada. It is " thoughts recollected in tranquility"
I was inspired to write this sonnet by P.B.Shelly's " Ozymandias " sonnet
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Contest: My Inspiration
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Contest : Italian Sonnet
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